Martial Arts Prodigy? Sorry I'm Kryptonian

"hold head high?"

Ye Ren was dumbfounded.

When I woke up, I found that the world had changed, and this was not the earth I was familiar with.

It is a parallel blue star in 2035.

A world with spiritual monks, supernatural beings, and those favored by gods.

"What about my system? Why don't I have a system!"

The first ten minutes of time travel.

Ye Ren was extremely excited.

But after searching for a long time, I didn't find my golden finger.

Instead, I felt a little dizzy.

"send!"

No way no way?

Could it be that there are people who travel through time without a golden finger these days?

"Hiss...ha..."

It is also very strange to say.

Just as Ye Ren finished muttering, he suddenly covered his head and gasped for breath a few times.

The head is more dizzy.

But it was that kind of comfortable dizziness.

Ye Ren felt light and dizzy with every breath he took.

Kind of like drunk oxygen?

"So...in this world, I'm an orphan again?"

"Dragon Kingdom has a spiritual martial path, from ancient times to the present, a total of nine stages."

Ye Ren scratched his head.

Gao Wu world?

Pooh.

It's obviously a fantasy, a spiritual monk in this world.

A total of nine paragraphs.

"What time is it...Ye Mou, shouldn't it be time to get up and practice?"

Talking in a daze.

It's Ye Ren's upper bunk in this four-person dormitory——

Wang is not poor.

"It's only five o'clock, you sleep a little longer."

Almost instinctively.

Ye Ren responded.

Although it was just time travelling, it was obvious that Ye Ren had easily integrated into it.

"Oh, then I'll lie down for a while...Ye, I had a dream. I dreamed that you became a nine-stage immortal."

"..."

Ye Ren rolled his eyes.

Don't talk nine paragraphs.

He is only in the Yinyuan Body Refining Realm now.

He is the best in this dormitory, even the lowest group of warriors in this academy.

At once.

It makes no sense.

Ye Ren twisted his face:

"You won't really send it to me, will you? If you don't give it to Goldfinger in time travel, do you want me to show it off?"

But Ye Ren searched for a long time.

I really didn't find out what system I have, grandpa or something.

"My golden finger was stolen by Gazi?"

Ye Ren smiled bitterly.

He left the bed, staggered for a while, and almost lost his footing.

Take every breath you take.

That light and comfortable feeling.

It's simply overwhelming.

"Could it be an aura from Legendary? Wait a minute..."

Ye Ren's pupils lit up.

Could it be that his golden finger is a martial arts prodigy?

Could it be that I am the one-in-a-million talented player!

Thinking of this, Ye Ren quickly put on his clothes and went outside to the balcony, and moved his body.

"The Road to Spiritual Martial Arts—Nine sections in total."

"A piece of Yinyuan mirror, body training."

Following his instinct, Ye Ren made a posture, then fixed his eyes, and raised his hands on both sides of his waist.

Punch.

lunge.

The carp stood upright when it fell sideways and turned over.

kick.

Pan elbow.

Take a false step to close the momentum.

Fist.

A set of elementary youth martial arts exercises are completed in one go.

"The Wushu gymnastics optimized based on the five-step boxing...is a special gymnastics."

But one set is over.

Apart from making Ye Ren feel even more dizzy.

Physical fitness has not gotten stronger.

"After a period of body training is completed, you can feel the existence of qi, and you will step into it..."

Erduandong mirror practice Qi.

But Ye Ren scratched his head bitterly, I didn't feel angry after thinking about it.

Could it be.

In addition to traveling by myself.

Is there really nothing different from ordinary people?

Thinking of this, Ye Ren couldn't help being a little depressed, and just sighed.

Suddenly I felt warm all over my body.

It turned out that the sun had risen, golden sunshine.

Rained down on Ye Ren from the distant skyline.

"Ah~~~"

A moan of relief.

It floated out of Ye Ren's mouth.

Comfortable.

It turns out that basking in the sun is such a comfortable thing?

I just finished a set of martial arts exercises, and I was a little tired at first, but now it seems to be fully charged.

seven fifteen.

When the preparatory bell rings, all students in the school must gather in the playground.

The school stipulates that everyone must perform gymnastics ten times in the morning.

"Huh?"

Wang Buqiong approached Ye Ren.

"Ye, what's the matter? Did you take drugs today?"

Something is wrong.

Wang Buqiong stared at Ye Ren for a long time.

Others do five sets of gymnastics in a row, so they have to stop and rest for a while to recover their physical strength.

But look at Ye Ren.

He played it ten times in one go.

The movements are standard, clean and neat, and every punch and every style reveals a beautiful energy that makes people applaud.

"Today is fine."

Ye Ren rubbed his chin and looked in the direction of the sun thoughtfully

Light and fluffy.

With each breath you take, you will feel more comfortable.

Especially when the sun shines on you.

It was so warm that he felt like he was lying in a cradle.

"My golden finger, could it be related to sunlight?"

I'm thinking about it.

Ye Ren felt his neck being hooked by Wang Buqiong.

"I said Ye... You don't mean to break through to the second stage, do you?"

Wang Buqiong grinned, this is a good thing.

There is only Ye Ren left in this dormitory.

Enduring the glare of the sun, Ye Ren gradually narrowed his eyes.

Xiong Bing.

In the class, there is a boy named Xiong Bing whose ancestors opened a martial arts gym.

He is the first monk in this class to become the mirror of Erduandong's spiritual martial arts.

On weekdays, I rely on myself to be better than others.

At home, there is an old man who runs a martial arts gym.

This guy then ran amok in class, taking pleasure in bullying the weak.

It's not until eight o'clock.

Everyone returned to work and waited for the gap between classes.

Xiong Bing carried a thin boy with a smile on his face:

"I heard...someone is trying to speak ill of me behind my back, it can't be you, Xiaolong."

The boy shook his head fearfully.

next moment.

Xiong Bing actually threw him out, and with a bang, the thin boy hit the table in front of Ye Ren.

He clutched his waist and let out a shrill scream.

"Only the weak will talk behind their backs. If you see that I am unhappy, come and fight me!"